Dystopian soundscapes Ruins of another time and monotonous urban hell This is where the path ends Wild Culture seems to be history Though for a long time It was unclear what kind of history The path to the future is now unwinding Destination: Paradise It begins with an ordinary floppy disk A relict of days gone by and a reminder of what's possible Through a groundbreaking discovery The two have found the gateway to a cosmos of infinite possibilities Future (pop) Space On their long quest for maximum freedom and artistic advancement They are roaming through neon colored synthwave soundscapes Becoming one with digital arcade game dreams Diving into subatomic bass oceans and getting power ups From arguably one of the most glorious generations in music history The eighties Now what the fuck you are waiting for Buckle your seatbelts and enjoy the ride